lonelier

And what if I want to be lonely,

Pirouetting beneath a cerulean sea

Sunlight kissing rose petal skin

As the birds weave a cage

Of ivy and flowers stems

For this run away heart?

And what if I want to be lonely,

To wake up in a bed all my own,

Rising with the moon

And breathing with the rythm of the tides;

Tracing ever-changing constellations

Across the wings of the night?

And what if I want to be lonely,

Dipping the world in melancholy

And hanging it out to dry?

The word drips from your lips like kudzu and venom

As though there are not

A million lovely ways to be lonely without you.